Welcome to the only privacy policy in the world written while I was running in circles chasing my own tail. The European Union says I must explain what happens with your data. I say I’d rather be digging in the grass, but here we are.
What data I collect while trying not to get distracted by a pigeon
When you enter this blog the system detects things like the pages you visit, the device you use and whether you stay a long time or pop in and out like a hyperactive squirrel. I’m not sniffing you, even though I could. It’s all automatic. I just watch.
Contact form
If you write to me you leave a name and an email. That’s only so we can reply. I don’t use it to send obedience school brochures or investment proposals for invisible bones. We keep just enough info to answer and then move on.
Cookies
Digital cookies. They don’t taste like chicken, you can’t bury them and they don’t crunch. They help the website remember if you already saw the cookie banner, keep the place from collapsing like I do when climbing too many stairs and show us whether you prefer my forest runs or my shadow-chasing sessions. You can accept or reject them. If you reject them I’ll sit dramatically and stare into the void for three seconds.
Why we use this data
To make everything work. To improve things a little. To avoid errors of the “oops, it exploded” type. And to understand what you enjoy. No secret profiles. No selling anything to any cat. No following you down the street (that would be weird, even for me).
Who we share data with
Only with services needed to keep the blog alive. None of them are thieving seagulls or undercover moles. They all follow EU rules and if any of them doesn’t, I’ll chase them to the horizon.
How long we keep what we keep
As short as possible. Nothing eternal. No hidden wardrobes full of data. I live in a camper — where would I even store things? Zero space. Zero hoarding.
Your rights
You can ask us to delete your data, send you a copy or stop using it. No drama. Feel free to bark your request gently.
Who’s in charge here
Technically Papi Edu. Practically me, but he signs the papers because I don’t have thumbs. Use the blog’s contact form for anything you need.
Security
We protect your data with proper systems and my vigilant gaze. I have a bark that scares away intruders and a vertical jump that impresses most hackers.
Updates
If anything changes we’ll write it here. No mountain Morse code, no notes hidden under rocks. We just update and carry on.